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The gift of Loneliness...


The man, who has got the bigger circle of friends, is more alone. Being surrounded by people only proves their loneliness. I just don't know why is it so. But can figure out at least something. They always try to get more people as they can. This is driven by their need to have company. The more they feel alone, the more they try to get around people.

I, very rarely write about myself. It is always about someone, some people around me. And I am always around the people. And I guess, this makes me a lonely person. The each and every hypothesis (yes, I dare to call these hypothesis) can be applied to myself. And it will match. The best lab-pet of me is myself. And yes I feel lonely.

This is one of the most hidden part of myself, I am Alone. And this is why I am always around the people. Always having fun, making fun of them, trying to help them, giving them company, trying to clam them when annoyed. But each and every task I do to get rid of my loneliness. I am doing it for myself only!!!

I always try to forget my loneliness. And to a certain extent, I am successful. I am never reminded of this while I'm around people. But, sometimes, being with people doesn't help.

Today was the last day of my University. I am living so busy a life, even I didn't notice it. But, what I rarely do, I woke up on sharp six today. I got ready, and left for university. Another exception today, I had no trouble getting the bus today. I just got to the bus-stop and got on the bus. No fighting, no waiting! Which is itself a 8th wonder specially on Sunday. After getting on bus, suddenly it struck me. Today is my last day of class. I came wondering all the way, what I will do. For years, I have been planning for this day. And what can I do in so much hurry!!! Then started wondering who else might know. Then figured out, the juniors won't notice. But certainly my friends will. Though they have finished theirs, but we have a tradition of celebrating this day. Even with only two people. But we celebrate. And all my friends know that, this is my last semester. And from tomorrow, my exam will start. Today is the last day of this semester.

I reached university. I went to have a tea. Then I had a lab-exam. And, to my wonder, it went very well. After the exam, I started to wait. How many of my friends will come and wish me. First came, a senior. I didn't expect him. But he came and said nothing of this sort. Then, one of my closest friends. He is doing a job and it is very unusual to be at the university at this time. He was once my room-mate also. He didn't even notice that it was the last day of this semester. How can he wish me? Then I started finding the juniors. One of the closest congratulated me, after reminding. Others didn't notice, even after reminding. Anyway, I was with them. Then the second best friend of mine called. He said, “What are you doing?” I told him, I was with the juniors. Then asked me, how long I will be at the university. To test him, I said, I'll have to go home early, as tomorrow is my exam (I never study before exam, neither do I leave before 8pm before exam). And he told me, 'Well then, go and study. I'll call you later'. I was passing time with the juniors and everyone was having fun. And then suddenly, I felt alone. It is very strong feeling and no one can realize if haven't felt this before. It's like suddenly, you will feel you are different. Suddenly, you will feel distant, far far away. Though, you are surrounded by people. I was becoming anxious for my friends, I decided to call one and called. She was supposed to be at office too. And I planned to meet after office-time. But, she was out already. I could not carry on this any longer. So, I told her this was my last day at university. She congratulated me and asked why I didn’t tell her before. She would have come. I told her before but she didn't remember. I was pissed-off by then and cut the phone. And decided, not to call anyone. I felt lonelier. And the juniors and everything seemed annoying, and left the place.


What do you do when you feel alone? When you feel left off? I feel it very often. And this is one of the things from which, I always try to escape. It is a curse for me. What should a man do, when they feel it? I try to tell it to someone. But no one is there. Everyone is busy with their own problems. So, I wrote this Blog-Post. Just to pass the time. Just to escape the loneliness. Almost all my posts, all my songs are written for this single reason. To escape it!

I guess, this is the gift of Loneliness…

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  1. we are very sorry pollob vaiya.
    amra keu e hoyto ae jinista kheyal kori nai je aj apner last cls chilo.ar apnake ajonno wish kora dorkar.asole ae jinista hoyta mathay aseni je ato taratari apner last semester chole asbe.
    again we are really very sorry.
    and congratulations also.

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  2. I dont know is it that post which u have written just beside me?Today before reading this i felt its very normal things.But after reading this post my mind said that wt????That means the places in AIUB campas where i found pollob will be empty.kathaltola,pampass 2 tea stall are the plces where lots of people saw u as like a singer,a friend,a brother and overall a person who is able to entered a persons mind easyly.Now i remeber my last day at university.It was almost dead.In case of you its not like that.You have got many things from many people thats why in this post your every word is crying.Yes this is the gift of loneliness and you are very lucky to feel that.My best wishes for you always.Take care dosto...

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  3. āĻ­াāϞো āϞাāĻ—āĻ›ে āϝে āϤোāϰা āĻĒ⧜āĻ›িāϏ। āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āφāϏāϞে āĻšā§ŸāϤো āφāĻŽিāχ āĻŦেāĻļি Expect āĻ•āϰে āĻĢেāϞāĻ›িāϞাāĻŽ। āφāϏāϞে āφāĻŽি āĻāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻ•াāωāĻ•ে āĻĻোāώাāϰোāĻĒ āĻ•āϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻ›ি āύা āĻŦা āĻ•āϰāĻ›ি āύা। āĻāϟা āĻāĻ•াāύ্āϤāχ āφāĻŽাāϰ Personal Feeling.

    āĻ…āύেāĻ• āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āĻ…āύেāĻ• āĻ›োāϟ āĻ›োāϟ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻĒাāϰāχ āĻ•োāύ āĻ•াāϰāύ āĻ›া⧜া āĻ•āώ্āϟ āĻĻে⧟। āĻ…āĻ•াāϰāύেāχ āĻ…āύেāĻ•ে āĻļিāĻļু-āϏুāϞāĻ­ āφāϚāϰāύ āĻ•āϰে। āĻāχ āĻ…āĻ•াāϰāύ āĻ•āώ্āϟāϟাāĻ“ āĻšā§ŸāϤো āϤাāϰāχ āĻāĻ•āϟা।

    āϤāĻŦে, āĻ•āώ্āϟāϟা āĻāχ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻ›িāϞো āύা āϝে āĻ•েāω āφāĻŽাāĻ•ে āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻŦāϞেāύি। āĻ•āώ্āϟāϟা āĻ›িāϞো, āφāĻŽি āφāϏāϞে āĻĒুāϰোāĻĒুāϰি āĻāĻ•া āĻāĻ•āϜāύ āĻŽাāύুāώ, āĻāχ āωāĻĒāϞāĻŦ্āϧি āĻĨেāĻ•ে।

    āϝাāχ āĻšোāĻ•, āϧāύ্āϝāĻŦাāĻĻ āϤোāĻĻেāϰāĻ•ে, āĻ•āώ্āϟ āĻ•āϰে āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻāχāϏāĻŦ āĻĢাāϞāϤু āϞিāĻ–া āĻĒ⧜াāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āĻŦেāϰ āĻ•āϰাāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ।

    ---āĻĒāϞ্āϞāĻŦ

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